The Path Beyond Mana
A few seconds later Anos, who could no longer feel his body, finally sensed something again.
At first, it was only faint awareness.
A distant pulse.
A strange warmth spreading through emptiness.
Then came sound.
Then breathing.
Then weight.
His consciousness slowly surfaced from the endless darkness like a drowning man clawing his way back toward the light. The white world around him gradually returned, blurry at first before sharpening into focus.
Anos tried opening his eyes and saw a smiling Azriel.
The vampire emperor stood casually a few steps away, his twin blades gone, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his black coat. His long black hair swayed gently despite the stillness of the empty white realm, while those crimson eyes looked at Anos with obvious amusement.
"Welcome back. So how was it?"
Hearing what Azriel said confused Anos.
For several seconds, his mind still felt sluggish. Fragments of the previous moment replayed inside his head.
